That he had entered their room in cadet barracks full of the purpose of impressing them with his new importance was at once plain.
Dick was just beginning to find the atmosphere oppressive when the door was pushed quickly open after the faintest suggestion of a knock.
The newcomers were Cadets Pratt and Judson of the yearling class, known already among the plebes as two of the worst hazers.
"Attention!" hissed Pratt, as he strode into the room.
Neither of the visitors being a cadet officer, Dick and Greg were not obliged to stand at attention.
However, neither new plebe was foolish enough to argue the matter.

Dick and Greg took the pose ordered and at once.
"Mister," demanded Pratt, turning upon Dick, "what is this cit.
(citizen) doing in barracks ?" "Mr.Dodge is a candidate, sir, quartered in this building, and he took it into his head to visit us." "What are you doing on that chair, Candy ?" demanded Judson, flashing an angry look at Bert.
"None of your business!" retorted Dodge.
"You'll stand at attention!" retorted Cadet Judson, gripping Bert by the collar and pulling him to his feet.
"That'll be about enough, Jud," warned Cadet Pratt in a low voice.
"Remember, the fellow is nothing but a candidate." "You fellows seem to think you're mighty important," sputtered Bert.

"I'm not in the habit of associating with hoodlums!" "Now, if that isn't the b.j.-est sunflower that ever grew in a farmyard," remarked Cadet Pratt, with a wink at Cadet Judson.
"If you're referring to me be a bit more careful in your witticisms," warned Dodge stiffly, "or I shall demand satisfaction." "Oh, you're rather certain to get all the sat.

you want, I imagine when you're a cadet," retorted Cadet Pratt dryly.

"But, Jud, our time is fairly running away from us, and we have yet other social calls to make.